The school was an old brick building, huge and terrifying. As the little kids stream in, I join them, several heads taller than everyone else. The cute little school uniforms and the happy faces, ready for school. Back when school was a hope, not a torture. I smile. As I enter through the front door, my eyes catch on something. A restroom, something that had always been there, I remembered it from years and years ago. But something was different. Wrong. The signed glowed, golden and silvery sparks leaping from the letters. The letters kept rearranging themselves before my eyes. As if drawn in my a spell, I felt myself walking towards the door, ignoring the little kids running through the hallway.